at night i have dreams of how it will be


people look the same and say what they mean


*whistling*


in the back of my mind i know nothing will change


wish that kept me from going but i go on the same


*whistling*


oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?


it's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps


*clears throat*


well i'd rather be poor failed and undone


than to live for the words of golden tongues


*whistling*


oh, does anyone love honesty more than their own voice?


it's taken me all my waking days to see how easy men forget their steps